A few days before Christmas, I found myself singing
the finale from Les Miserables at Marie’s Crisis, the Broadway sing along piano
bar on 59 Grove Street.
Do you hear the people
sing
Lost in the valley of the night
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light
Lost in the valley of the night
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light
For the wretched of the
earth
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise.
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise.
They will live again in
freedom
Singing along with a few hundred show queens and Broadway geeks, a woman passed me a “RESIST” pin. I thanked her. That’s what the year was about, resisting and singing as loud as I could.
We
followed with a medley from A Chorus Line, one freedom anthem after another,
the crowd sang along.
It
had been that kind of a week, to an from DC fighting the new guilded age,
arrests on Wall Street, and a quiet meditation at Judson Church on Sunday.
“When
you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving through you, a joy,”
“Sorrow
prepares you for joy. It violently
sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to
enter. IT shakes the yellow leaves from
the bough of your heart. So that fresh, green leaves can grow in their
place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so
that new roots hidden beneath have room
to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from
your heart, far better things will take place,” Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi.
Andy lead the kids for kids day.
Micah
Bucey preached about mudita Bhuddism and Isaiah 61:1-4.
“They
shall build up the ancient ruins,
They shall raise up the former devastations;
They
shall repair the ruined cities,
The devastations of many
generations.”
Micah
referred to a Buddhism that finds joy in other people. Mudita is an unselfish way of looking at the
world. This deep unselfish joy is a great pocket of resistance preached Rev
Bucey, in his sermon “A Garland of Ashes. Imagine if we said to
each other, I wish you joy. How might it
keep us moving and growing, resisting and creating community?
What
a way of looking at people and the world.
Mom
joined us for church, watching the kids sing, members of the congregation greeting her. Afterward, the kids and I went to the Met with
her to see the Michelangelo show. Its my
favorite place in New York, a space that always keeps me growing, remembering
the past, striving forward, even in the treachery of the present moment.
Looking
at his sketches, it felt like I was greeting an old friend.
You
could certain feel Rumi’s river moving through them.
I
could feel it listening to Laura Newman sing the blues a few days later at Pianos
on Ludlow.
She
asked for an improv theme for the show.
“Taxes!”
one woman screamed.
“Greed”
another followed.
We
danced the blues of the moment.
The
city was alive with bodies moving as she performed, filling the stage. Something
moved deep in all of us there.
As
the year ends, I hope we can all feel that feeling.
I
wish you all some of that feeling.
James
joined us a few days later after I completed my grading and we hit the road for
State College Pa, New Jersey for the Holidays, and up to Garrison chasing that
feeling, careening through the country.
Holidays in Princeton and on the road. |
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